They’ve taken you, my son, from your dreams and like a butterfly
they’ve embroidered you, my son. Your sad eyes bleed ore.
They painted landscapes, yellow-stitched, in horror and gore,
they adorned a hanged man like a tree, the sea’s waves to ply.
They taught you, my son, your land and its ways by heart
and by its footpaths you sob iron shards for tears.
They tuned you in darkness, fed you in loaves of terror.
You tread, groping through to dark, the road of fear.
And you ascended at night, my golden son, with a black gun
you perceived in the passing of a minute-bristling evil’s thirst.
Before you fell, you hailed the earth with your hand,
did it soften your fall, my sweet child, did the heart burst?
(Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski)
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